Mu Qingxiao's thunderous voice brought everyone back to their senses. They looked at the figure on the stage with respect. Who would dare to have an opinion? Who would dare to have an opinion?
Mu Qingxiao was the Lord of the Hall of the Nine Clouds. He had hundreds of thousands of disciples under his command. His goal was the same as the few people present. His strength was out of this world, so they were naturally convinced.
Even though many people were unhappy, they did not dare to say anything. No one dared to say anything under the threat of such terrifying strength.
Mu Qingxiao looked around the Cloud Manor and said in a deep voice, "We have different ideals and paths. If you don't want to participate in the battle to protect Xiangyang, you can leave. I promise I won't pursue this matter."
"The Hall of the Nine Clouds and Quanzhen have a total of 160,000 elite disciples. All of them are gathered in Xiangyang, ready to fight the Mongolian army at any time … The Great Song is facing an unprecedented catastrophe. If you still care about your so-called dignity, I won't force you!"
Hearing this, everyone in the Cloud Manor lowered their heads. Even Guo Jing and Huang Rong lowered their heads.
'Ding! You have become the Wulin Alliance's leader. Mission completed. Reward: 1000 Plunder Points.'
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After an hour, there were only a few people left in the Cloud Manor. Mu Qingxiao sat on the main seat. Lu Guanying personally served him tea and stood respectfully beside him.
Guo Jing looked at Mu Qingxiao and smiled bitterly, "Lord Mu, I'm sorry you have to see this."
After hearing Mu Qingxiao's words, Guo Jing and Huang Rong felt ashamed. They were the organizers of the Hero Assembly, but countless heroes had left. There were only a few who came to Xiangyang. It was the opposite of what they had planned.
Mu Qingxiao also saw the disappointment in Guo Jing's eyes. He said, "Hero Guo, not everyone is like you. Not everyone is loyal and willing to risk their lives on the battlefield to kill the enemy. Although I won the position of Wulin Alliance's leader, I didn't gain anything."
"I didn't expect things to turn out this way either. I thought that with the country in danger, everyone would work together. But now …"
Obviously, Guo Jing was thoroughly disappointed with the results of this Heroes Assembly. He was not disappointed because he did not become the Wulin Alliance's Chief. What really disappointed him was the people's hearts.
Mu Qingxiao took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "It's hard to predict a person's heart. Hero Guo, don't be too pessimistic. Even if you organize these thousands of Jianghu people, their effect on the battlefield will be minimal."
Guo Jing neither agreed nor disagreed with these words. However, Guo Jing still followed his own thoughts and did not open his mouth to refute.
From Mu Qingxiao's point of view, the people gathered in this Heroes Assembly were just a motley crew. When they met the Mongolian army of hundreds of thousands, they would definitely be defeated. This kind of situation was absolutely unacceptable on the battlefield.
Most of the people who really wanted to fight on the battlefield had already joined the Hall of the Nine Clouds. Even the Heroes Assembly in the original plot did not have any effect on them.
The title of Wulin Alliance's leader was just a fake title. If these people were organized, the sects would still be fighting against each other. Although he had the ability to deter them, it was useless.
Therefore, Mu Qingxiao did not force these people. However, Guo Jing was different. There were too few heroes who were strong in martial arts and wholeheartedly wanted to fight for the Great Song. Naturally, he would not let go of this opportunity.
"Hero Guo, I know your ideals very well. Therefore, I have a presumptuous request. I hope you won't refuse."
Hearing this, Guo Jing was a little confused. Mu Qingxiao's strength was extraordinary. He was thousands of miles away from him. Moreover, he was the Hall Master of the Hall of the Nine Clouds. Why would he want to ask something from him?
"What does Hall Master Mu want to ask?"
"Hero Guo's martial arts have reached the peak. I believe that you will have no problem fighting against the Mongol army alone. Right now, there are six positions for Hall Masters in the Hall of the Nine Clouds. When we gather, we will fight against the Mongol army in close combat."
"It's just that two years ago, a Hall Master sacrificed himself in the process of seizing Mongolia's food supplies. Now, this position is vacant, and the palace can't find a suitable candidate. In my opinion, Hero Guo is loyal and has the heart to serve the country. This position belongs to Hero Guo."
Hearing Mu Qingxiao's words, Guo Jing was very excited. There were hundreds of thousands of disciples in the Hall of the Nine Clouds. If he was the one leading them, he was confident that he would be able to defend Xiangyang.
"Hall Master Mu, how can I say that my martial arts have reached the peak?"
"Hero Guo, you don't have to be humble. I just want to know if you are willing. The war is imminent. If Hero Guo is willing, you can go to the headquarters in Xiangyang today. When the time comes, we will work together to protect the Great Song."
Looking at Mu Qingxiao's sincere expression, Guo Jing stood up from his chair and knelt down on one knee. He said, "Guo Jing greets the Hall Master. I am willing to do everything I can to protect the Great Song."
At this moment, Yang Guo walked up and knelt down on one knee like Guo Jing. He said, "Brother Qingxiao, please allow me to join the Hall of the Nine Clouds."
"Okay, if that's the case, then you can follow behind Hero Guo and assist him."
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On the morning of the fifth day, Mu Qingxiao stood on the city walls of Xiangyang and looked at the densely packed Mongol army thousands of meters away. He looked back at the city walls and the resolute disciples of the Hall of the Nine Clouds. He nodded in satisfaction.
"Brothers of the Hall of the Nine Clouds, after so many years of fighting, we have finally reached the most crucial moment. Whether or not the Great Song can last forever will depend on this battle. Let them know that we, the Great Song, are not easy to bully!"
"Liu Haoren?"
"Yes, sir." Hearing Mu Qingxiao call his name, Liu Haoren walked up respectfully.
"Are the 45 thousand elites of the Quan Zhen Sect ready to go?"
"Hall Master, everything is ready. As long as the Mongol army reaches the city, the 40 thousand elites of Quanzhen will be able to pincer them from both sides and catch them off guard."
"Hero Guo, you and General Meng will be in charge of giving out orders. How to defend the city will be up to you two."
At such a crucial moment, Mu Qingxiao naturally wouldn't steal the limelight. He had never been on a large-scale battlefield before and didn't know much about formations. Therefore, he still had to rely on General Meng and the brave Guo Jing.
General Meng was also a patriotic person. When the royal family didn't do anything, General Meng couldn't stand it anymore and joined the Hall of the Nine Clouds. Now, he was the Hall Master of the Hall of the Nine Clouds. Thanks to him, the losses of the Hall of the Nine Clouds over the years were greatly reduced.
"Yes, your humble servant will follow your orders. According to my plan, defending will only strengthen the Mongols. Hero Guo's martial arts are strong, so why don't we let him lead the disciples out of the city to kill the enemy and raise the morale of the soldiers."
Hearing General Meng's words, Huang Rong was worried. She obviously didn't agree. After all, swords had no eyes on the battlefield.
However, before she could say anything, Guo Jing stepped forward and said loudly, "General Meng is more familiar with formations. We will listen to General Meng."
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